Lyrical Breakdown of King Snipe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "King Snipe" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "King Snipe" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Gucci Mane's narrative.
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Shit, I love Guwop though
Zuwop, 'cause I'm a big Z
Ya heard me?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad
You know, I was just jerkin'
(I just told Richie we rich)
Been said, "Whoopty-woop, whoopty-woop"
I was like, "Bet, " though I was lyin'
When them bullets had came my way, I say, "I bet Kodak ain't dyin'"
We put murders backwards after, we turned red rum to wine
I'm that nigga that smack all the smackers so
I'm the biggest stepper, five-five
I'm a hot boy, my bitch the coldest, yeah, opposite attract
You got one time to raise your voice in here then I'ma get the strap
I've been chasin' that boy like a fly 'round the house
But eventually, I'll get him clapped
All I ever had was the trap
I ain't have me no dad, so I got off my dick, yeah, I jacked
I've been true to this from the jump (uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (mm-hmm)
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beatin' for the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil' boo
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna love foolproof
I triple crossed them 'cause I seen it was planned
They tried to count me out, must didn't know how to count
Told her ring up, and didn't know the amount
Expensive new fabrics I couldn't even pronounce (it's Gucci)
No gun policy, stick in the party
Hope nobody gets out of their body
Got his self hurt, he was full of that molly (damn)
We ain't even wanna have to kill nobody (woah, ooh)
Ridin' down Ocean like Fast and the Furious (Gucci)
Caught me red-handed, can't crank up the jury (damn)
Your boss is a pussy, your artist so scared (pussy)
Just a matter of time 'fore they take all your jewelry
These young niggas, they done made killin' a sport
They're brazen, they'll take a switch to New York
So crazy, kill a pig, turn him to pork
I hope they don't try to get my lyrics in court (it's Gucci)
I've been true to this from the jump
When I do it, consider it done
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beatin' for the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil' boo
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna love foolproof
Man, I got juice but I want the lean
I'm smokin' deuce, I pour green
And I got boot but not on my feet
What did I do?
Caresha, please, baby
Bought you a Ring Pop to be funny
I'll take you to case now if you like it
Give my Pomeranian puppy a Russian
I brought this lil' beautiful bitch to the ugly
And I'm King Snipe and I came tucked
Yeah, I came tight, you ain't gettin' none
Miami nights, fuckin' in the club
Shakin' with the dice, they don't really bluff
I made a way, it's only us
Niggas hatin' on me much
All I did was run it up
I've been true to this from the jump (uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (it done)
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one (I'm one)
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap (uh-huh)
Put a bag right on his top (your heart)
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it
It's torture in my heart (it's there)
Beat the pot like it's beatin' for the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure (uh-huh)
I've been lowkey, she a swoop (a swoop)
Need Codeine with lil' boo (she bad and bougie)
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna love foolproof
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